Climbing around to the
wing of the plane was hard, but nowhere near as hard as it ought to have
been. Simple physics says that the moment you moved off the nose of the
plane, wind shear should have peeled you off like a cheap Lisa Frank
sticker, but you stuck to the side like a... like a... well, like
something not exactly real!
Come to think of it, a whole lot of not exactly real stuff has been
happening to you ever since you found that arcade game in your basement.
Hey, wait a minute! AN ARCADE GAME! OF COURSE! All the unreal
stuff that's been happening to you ever since you found that ARCADE
GAME are all unreal because you haven't been in the real world since
you found the ARCADE GAME, you've been IN an-
Hey, weren't you
supposed to be trying to get a passenger's attention? Oh well, there goes
that useless train of thought as you shimmy up to the body of the plane
and knock on a window.
A Passenger looks out at you. A very familiar looking passenger. Weird
window, too, you can't see any color, he looks almost black and white.
You have the strangest
sensation of deja vu, but just as you're about to contemplate it, your
passenger starts having a serious freak out! He's jim-jamming around in
his seat like some kind of scene chewing overblown B actor! Granted,
seeing a guy on the wing of the plane is weird, but it shouldn't make a
guy totally flip out like... like... oh, there's something behind you on
the wing, isn't there?
OH MY GOD, IT'S A
GREMLIN!! AND IT'S TEARING UP THE WING!!
